NO TASTE EXPLOSIONS FOR ONE MONTH
HEY INTERNET,
I’m taking a month off from blogging so that I can participate in NaNoWriMo. I’m really really really excited to write a horrible novel in just one month’s time. I’ll let you know how badly it goes when I’m done.
LOVE,
MORD
BABIES AND “MEXICAN” FOOD
Last Sunday was my dad’s birthday. It was also 10/10/10, which is insignifcant, but people like to connect the dots whenever the dots look the same. But I do think it’d be kind of cool if my dad was turning 10 on 10/10/10. That’d be like a super golden birthday. But it’d also be weird if my dad were turning ten, because then I’d be more than twice his age. Plus I don’t want to think about my mom being with a ten year old. Above: a picture of two pictures. On the left we have my father, now 52. He’s excited by ” ‘vettes.” On the right is my neice. She’s excited by television in a way that I wish I still was. To the top left we have a brand name.
Here is some kind of caramel creation my mother put together. I think you just throw a bunch of random processed food together and then dump caramel on it. I was most confused by the Cheetos.
Crooked nostrils. One eye that closes more than the other. Facial hair that doesn’t match other hair. A nose that deserves some sort of blackhead-removing scrub. Skepticism surrounding the the Cheeto-caramel amalgam. It was a Sunday.
What is this creature?
I’m thinking about getting a new lens for my camera for my birthday. Any suggestions?!?! I haz a Nikon D50.
Mama made enchiladas and rice. She also made a cake that fell apart, but people really enjoyed it anyway.
Action shot! Here Olivia flicks me off while my mother and brother do some kind of football-esque hand-off. Sports reference.
Babies are fun because gravity is still new to them. This makes it easy to impress them. All you have to do is hold them high in the air and they’re all “THIS FEELS DIFFERENT!” and then they either smile or throw up on you. Or poop themselves.
The above pictures were taken 3 seconds apart.
Olivia with our new friend Sullivan, Nicki’s babe.
I realize that this post is more baby than “Mexican food.” Here’s why: if you’re in a room with two babies under 3 months they kind of preoccupy you. It’s like you have to keep checking on them to make sure they really exist. Above, Sullivan appears to exist. He also looks like a gentleman, even when adorned with skulls.
Olivia has learned the art of rolling over. This is fun for grown humans, because it’s an opportunity to watch the child really struggle with something.
Mill City Market
I have a new post up on the City Pages food blog. Check ‘er out. Also, I was too busy this week to finish a single blog entry for IQTE, aside from this one. That means there are twice as many hot, hot photos for next week. Be excited. There are even baby shots. Also, I made the above graphic a year ago. I had to turn the photo into a graphic because I looked too fat in those clothes to just let that photo fly solo. Also also, I’m still too pudgy for those clothes. Time to throw?
JOKE CAKES
I made this cake for Madeline about six months ago when she came home from Israel for a couple of weeks. I remember that we went out to eat with her family at the Indian place on Grand Avenue, and the restaurant was nice enough to let us serve this Star of David-embellished creation at the end of our meal. This cake is very multi-cultural, as it is actually my famous tres leches cake (Latin America!) with just a touch of David’s shield (Um, Jews!). Also, in the above photo you can get a glimpse of the table in the background; it’s full of random garbage and mail. Presentation is an integral part of food photography.
Here it is from the top. Part of my really wants to go into joke cake making for a living. But then I think: What would Amy Sedaris do? And I realize: She would do that. So I’ve decided: I’m going to make joke cakes for a living. Sorry, amazing new job, there are joke cakes to be made. And with the global marketplace and the Web 2.0 I’m sure my joke cake business will take off in a snap, right, Jay M. Boller?
EATING PASTRIES AND WATCHING THE TWIN CITIES MARATHON
My plan was to eat donuts from A Baker’s Wife while watching Twin Cities Marathon. This didn’t quite work out, and we ended up eating our pastries at the apartment, and then going on a walk along the Twin Cities Marathon path. Here’s something I found out: Just watching marathoners make me feel physically ill.
Jordan got and ate this caramel cake thingy. He seemed pleased. I think you can call the above photo an action shot, as the innards are dripping at a ferocious pace.
This monster is something they called an American Teacake. It was amazing. I should note that the other side is coated in powdered suga’, natch.
Here’s a pic of the foamy latte I got at the race. I think this was only my fourth cup for the day.
Here’s an angry young citizen. One day he will be an angry old citizen.
Patriotism! Fall colors! People doing what? Who cares.
Here are some runners, walking.
Again, American teacake: more fascinating than a run.
Oh no! Someone’s mansion got TP’d!
Dogs are fascinating creatures. Especially if they’re smiley.
Let me guess: God hates runners? What would a marathon be without some extreme Evangelism?
I was considering making an album of people laying on the ground while watching the marathon. But they woulda all been kids, except for this dude.
This house had a nice shadow.
This girl was pretending to be a fire hydrant. The marathon was just “OK.”
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